After that, Harry couldn’t stop thinking about how he could take all of Liam, how he could prep himself and train his body to relax and flex around Liam’s enormous cock, letting every inch sink inside. He figured the best
Written for the prompt: “I, uh, basically want Eichel to blow wide-eyed girl!McDavid’s mind. And for him to be kind of a dick about it.” Connor’s attempt to buy herself a vibrator is thwarted, but there’s still a happy ending.
It’s something he never intended to bring up, except the next time he sees Colin he says, almost entirely autonomous of brain function: “It’s not a proper Colin Firth movie without a sex scene, is it?” Colin is standing beside
Jeff blushes bright red. “You’re kinda crazy,” he says, which makes Eric laugh. “Maybe,” he says. “So. You wanna grab dinner or something, so I can flirt with you some more?” “Yes,” says Jeff immediately. “I mean,” he adds, trying
“Y’know,” Tyler says slyly, like she’s about to be a little shit. “You don’t have to go down on me if you don’t want to.” Jamie can hear her grin, and he groans, dropping his forehead to her collarbone. “I
The trick to not getting broken, Tyler decides early on, in the first winter he’s on his own, is to not care about anybody so much that they can break you. He manages to follow that rule, right up until
The guy behind him always puts his feet on the rungs under Jamie’s chair. Which would be fine if the guy could sit still. But apparently he can’t because every class like clockwork he’s there, jiggling his legs and making
Jamie stares at him for a long moment, blinking slowly. “You…what?” “Told her I’d bring you to the wedding and tell everyone the story of how we realized we’re in love?” Tyler repeats. “It’s in Florida. This weekend. Uh, I
So: due to a series of complicated and improbable events involving some sort of life debt and signed promise from two generations ago, it was decreed that Patrick had to marry the Crown Prince of Canada.
Tyler eats a whole brownie with her hand cupped beneath her chin, trying not to get crumbs in her boobs. “Slow your roll, girl,” Jordie says through a mouthful of chocolate. “These are kind of strong.” “All I have is
It’s not like Patrick even likes radio, because he hasn’t really listened to anything that’s not on his iPod or his Pandora stations in years, but when he notices the red and white flyer advertising the student radio station on
“Jesus Christ, keep it in your pants Peeks.” Sharpy has covered his mic and is clearly trying not to laugh at him. Patrick doesn’t care enough to tell him to fuck off. “God, he’s gorgeous,” Patrick says to Sharpy, looking